<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7439483711765015937</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:33:06.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the penijean effect</title><subtitle type='html'>the dynamics of quantum entanglement made even more confusing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenijeaneffect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7439483711765015937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenijeaneffect.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>penijean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507868075633650360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfWuybG460I/Sn5J7dlA0jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/10vENbUR7NI/S220/Photo+202.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7439483711765015937.post-6142811542091630117</id><published>2009-08-09T18:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:55:37.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some days i am deafer than others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"God whispers to us in our joy, speaks through our pleasure, and shouts through our pain. It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world."       -- C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easily came so hard today&lt;br /&gt;i left the option on the dashboard as you drove away&lt;br /&gt;and i watched myself fade into the distance&lt;br /&gt;where i make my home now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted this to be harder for you&lt;br /&gt;i wanted it to be easier for me&lt;br /&gt;instead i silently hoped the streetcorner that swallowed you&lt;br /&gt;would change it's mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there isn't enough bleach in the world to clean you out of my corners&lt;br /&gt;but there's enough indifference in your smile to keep me scrubbing&lt;br /&gt;and i blame the tear streaks on the sharp chemical snap of ammonia in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't make promises to myself these days&lt;br /&gt;like "never again"&lt;br /&gt;or "i'll keep hoping"&lt;br /&gt;or "this time it will be different"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask God that He will shout loud enough to deafen the sound of your existence&lt;br /&gt;i ask for the raw, vulnerable scraping awareness of my inconsequence to dull the optimism of my need&lt;br /&gt;i ask for freedom from fear&lt;br /&gt;so that i can love perfectly&lt;br /&gt;in the face of instant replay disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer is hard for me to hear&lt;br /&gt;but i pry open my fingers one at a time&lt;br /&gt;painfully&lt;br /&gt;desperately&lt;br /&gt;and i let go of you&lt;br /&gt;to cling to Him&lt;br /&gt;burrowing closer&lt;br /&gt;higher up and further in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i am surprised&lt;br /&gt;by the realization that You are whispering in my ear&lt;br /&gt;and that all those rainy mornings&lt;br /&gt;playing hide and seek with joy&lt;br /&gt;are over&lt;br /&gt;because i have been found&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a placeholder blog till i get bored here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://pleonast.com/users/fullofgrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7439483711765015937-6142811542091630117?l=thepenijeaneffect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenijeaneffect.blogspot.com/feeds/6142811542091630117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7439483711765015937&amp;postID=6142811542091630117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7439483711765015937/posts/default/6142811542091630117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7439483711765015937/posts/default/6142811542091630117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenijeaneffect.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-days-i-am-deafer-than-others_09.html' title='some days i am deafer than others'/><author><name>penijean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00507868075633650360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfWuybG460I/Sn5J7dlA0jI/AAAAAAAAAJk/10vENbUR7NI/S220/Photo+202.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
